I am a contradictory mess but I see it as my prerogative to change my mood like the weather. Shirley Manson
With the changes in the weather I find my mood changes. I find myself hardly able to sit still indoors for too long when the birds are singing so happily outside my window. They seem to be singing come out and play. Hence, I find my writing seems to suffer the most for my vain need for sunshine and warmth. birds songs and fresh flowers. One can never get enough of birds songs and sunshine.
The rain began again. It fell heavily, easily, with no meaning or intention but the fulfilment of its own nature, which was to fall and fall.
I woke this morning to the sound of the pitter patter of the falling rain. My heart is yearning for sunshine, my legs are itching for a bike ride, my hands are itching to paint outdoors. The consolation I have in the drops as they hit my window pane is the knowledge that with this rain comes the blessing of abundant flowers, sunny days filled with warmth and laughter, and the knowledge that very soon I will be able to go riding among the fresh spring smells of new flowers and trees bearing brand new leaves. For now I can visualize it in my mind, almost smell it, almost feel it. That is enough to sustain me for today, but please rain, bring me something special this spring, something I have never seen before. Bring me a memory to cherish and to hold onto through next winter and keep me warm through the chill nights.
- After the rain. (sheila365.com)
- A Refreshing Breeze (overcomingthemoniker.wordpress.com)
- Spring Fever (thebrownrabbit.wordpress.com)
- 4 Ways to Savor Spring Showers (zenandgenki.com)
It is good to be alone in a garden at dawn or dark so that all its shy presences may haunt you and possess you in a reverie of suspended thought. ~James Douglas,Down Shoe Lane
Today, with the rising of the sun, my thoughts are on my garden, on warm sunny days, on the back breaking enjoyment of growing my own produce. I can hardly wait for spring to really be here. I am looking forward to planning out my garden layout, buying the seeds and plants and getting down to the nitty gritty job of breaking the earth, feeling the dirt on my hands and finger tips and just breathing the air. The enjoyment of raising a garden of your own has such a feeling of satisfaction and accomplishment. I love to watch the seeds grow as they push through the earth with their new green shoots reaching for the kiss from the sun. Oh the joy of a garden!
Winter is nature’s way of saying, “Up yours.” ~Robert Byrne
I got out the mountain bike today and went for a ride. It may have seemed a little brisk at first but it was a nice day and it surely felt good to be riding again. My legs were rebelling and begging me to stop, but once I got the feel of the pedals back into them it was nice. I rode as long as I could take the cold and my legs couldn’t take the burn anymore. It’s so liberating to be on the bike, just riding and not really thinking about the problems of the day. It’s a true joy and release to shake off a little of the winter blues. I am so ready for spring! My body is crying for sunshine and warmth and the feeling of a warm wind blowing in my face as I just ride and ride, not a care in the world, not a place to go. Riding on a whim and a warm sunny day is pure happiness.